Passion's Hope (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 3) (5 page)

Jay shivered at the sensations Nik was giving him. He’d been handled before, of course. By women. It didn’t compare. A woman’s touch was so much lighter, so much gentler. So much more sensual. Nik’s touch was heavy. Rough. Dark. A touch Jay knew he was quickly going to come to crave.

With one last tug, Nik released him, lifting both hands and laying them flat against Jay’s deeply dimpled ass. Jay sighed and lifted his hips into the touch. He’d asked for this. He might as well enjoy it. Nik’s hands were large, so much larger than a woman’s, his fingers calloused, his touch deft and sure as he stroked, kneaded, and plumped Jay’s cheeks. Nik grinned, a wicked upward curve of his mouth. Jay’s skin was hot, but not nearly as hot as it was going to be. Tilting his head, he parted Jay’s ass cheeks with his thumbs. Jay’s dark, puckered hole winked up at him and he stared at it, mesmerized. “This ass has never been tapped, has it, boy?” he asked, knowing the answer already. “Well, it’s going to be tapped right now. First by my fingers. Then by a plug.” He bent down over Jay’s back to growl in his ear. “And the next time we do this, you will be tapped by my cock.”

Jay shivered.
Oh, thank God! There’s going to be a next time!

Nik’s tone gentled. “Then I will hold you and we will talk.”

Jay sighed and closed his eyes, swallowing with difficulty around the sudden lump in his throat.

“Is that the outcome you intended when you started this tonight?”

Finally letting the tears slide out of his eyes, across the bridge of his nose, Jay nodded.

“Then we will definitely discuss it when we get home.” Nik looked up and saw Cherie, one of the subs in training, standing in the Present position near the back wall of the dais. She was there to bring the Doms anything they needed and to assist in any way they asked. He crooked his finger at her and she came toward him. “How may I serve you, Master Nik?”

“Bring me a set of butt plugs and some lube.”

“Yes, Master Nik.”

While Cherie went over to a low cabinet and withdrew an unopened set of three black silicone plugs, graduated in size, and a small tube of lube, Nik just stood and stared at Jay’s winking hole, struggling against the sudden, nearly-irresistible urge to bend down and rim it with his tongue. He’d never fucked a man in the ass before. Never even considered it. But tonight, with the use of that one word,
Daddy,
Jay had revealed something about both of them that Nik had never even suspected. He was a Daddy Dom. Jay was a Dom, too, but evidently there was a hidden part of him that craved the strong, firm hand of a loving Daddy. He certainly hadn’t gotten it from his own father. Nik loved Jay, and if this was what Jay needed, then Nik was the ideal man for the job. Aw, hell, who was he kidding? Jay wasn’t the only one who needed this. If what Nik now suspected about their particular dynamic was true, then
he
needed it just as badly.

Nik took the tube of lube from Cherie and squirted a generous amount on the first two fingers of his right hand. He touched the tip of his index finger to Jay’s dark pucker and began rimming the tight little hole, unable to tear his gaze from the lascivious sight as he penetrated up to the first knuckle, then the second, then all the way up to the webbing. Jay moaned and wriggled his ass, pushing back into Nik’s touch.

Nik’s laugh was wicked. “So.” He circled his finger inside Jay’s tight channel. “I think you like having a finger up your ass, don’t you, boy? You may answer with words.”

Jay’s response was a guttural groan. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Well, then, let’s see how you like
two
fingers up your ass.” Nik pulled his finger out, then combined it with his middle finger, meeting stiff resistance as he pushed them both inside Jay’s hot channel.

As Nik’s fingers slid past his prostate, Jay let out a strangled yelp. His cock jerked and his balls tightened and for one terrifying instant he feared he would come.

Glassy-eyed, Nik watched his fingers disappear into Jay’s hot tunnel. His cock was so hard the imprint of zipper teeth was going to be permanently branded on his skin. He loved asses. Women’s asses. Especially firm, full, heart-shaped asses red and hot from the impact of his hand. Jay’s ass was lean. Masculine. Muscular, with deep dimples. Nik had always been fascinated by the way those dimples flexed with each thrust as Jay had fucked the subs they’d played with. Shocking himself, he bent down and placed a kiss in the exact center of each of those sexy indentations.

Oh, my God!
At the touch of Nik’s lips to his skin, Jay let out a whimper.
Christ!
He’d never been sexual with Nik before. Had never
expected
to be sexual with Nik, even though lately he’d found himself fantasizing about it more and more. And it was even more intense than he’d imagined. Another whimper left his throat as Nik’s fingers slowly withdrew, only to be replaced by something smooth and cold.

“Relax your muscles, boy,” Nik ordered as he pressed the black plug against Jay’s anus, watching the tight muscle stretch around it like a mouth devouring a particularly tasty morsel. “You know the drill.”

Jay compressed his lips and concentrated on relaxing his ass muscles as the widest part of the plug stretched his sphincter to the point of pain. His cry was purely involuntary.

“Push out!” Nik ordered.

Sucking in his breath, Jay pushed out. The burn intensified. He squeezed his eyes shut and cried out again as his sphincter sucked the plug up into his ass and closed around it, making it wobble as his muscles struggled to adjust to its invasive presence.
Holy fuck!

Nik stared at the flat end of the plug settling into the crack of Jay’s squirming ass. He was going to enjoy this spanking. Probably a whole lot more than Jay was. Once again he leaned over Jay’s back. Grabbing him by his hair, he pulled Jay’s head up and growled in his ear. “There will be no warm-up, boy. You will receive thirty hard swats. The last ten will include a surprise. You may cry out if you need to. Nod your head if you understand.”

Jay moaned. His nod was a barely perceptible movement of his head.

“You want to come, don’t you, boy?”

God help him, he did. More than he’d ever wanted anything in his entire life! He nodded.

“You are not allowed. Not until I have given you the last strike, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” he wailed.

“If you do, your punishment will double. Clear?”

Jay groaned.
Sixty strokes!
He’d never be able to withstand sixty strokes! Even at thirty strokes, he was going to have to do everything within his power to keep from coming. And he wasn’t entirely sure he was going to be able to do that.

“I asked you a question, boy. I dislike having to repeat myself.”

Jay had to hand it to Nik. He had the whole Dom package down to a T. The attitude, the stance, the edge of cold steel in his voice and eyes. His uncompromising will, all tempered by the tenderness of his love for submissives and his respect for their strength.

Jay managed another jerk of his head. “Yes, Daddy. Clear.”

“Do you know why you’re being punished?”

“For always making you late.”

Nik’s eyes gleamed as he released Jay’s head and straightened back away from him. Then, without warning, he delivered a harsh slap to Jay’s right cheek. The sharp stinging pain forced a cry from Jay’s throat, followed by a moan as heat bloomed across his skin. A second harsh slap followed to Jay’s left cheek. Nik took his time, placing each new blow precisely where he wanted it, slightly overlapping each previous blow. By the time the twentieth blow fell, Jay’s ass was a deep, uniform red. Nik stood over him, his body sheened with sweat. He was panting for breath, his left hand resting on Jay’s burning ass, his right hanging at his side. His palm was stinging from the force of his blows. Jay’s skin was on fire. Almost absently Nik began kneading the heat more deeply into Jay’s muscles, sending fire radiating outward through his entire body.

Jay’s breathing was shallow, his mind floating in a cloudless sky as his body recycled the pain into something that felt strangely like…pleasure. He’d often heard that was the case, especially when a body was as aroused as his was. But this was the first time he was experiencing it himself.

“God, I love your hot little ass.” Nik’s growly voice seemed to come from a great distance, even though his mouth was right above Jay’s ear. “Are you ready for the last ten, boy?”

Jay could only manage a low moan, which made Nik chuckle. “I thought so.” As he straightened, he grabbed the flat end of the plug in Jay’s ass and started twisting it around and around, turning Jay’s moan into a warbling cry that became a yell as Nik pulled the plug out to the widest part and left it there. Then he stepped back and gave Jay a wallop along the crack of his ass. The heel of his hand shoved the plug back in. His slightly cupped fingertips laid a glancing blow against Jay’s dangling scrotum.

Holy shit!
Jay’s head jerked back and a shout ripped from his throat as pleasure/pain smashed through him.

Again, Nik twisted the plug and pulled it out to the widest part, before ramming it back in with another blow. He repeated this seven more times, then straightened with difficulty, pulling the plug out one last time. “Are you ready to come, boy?”

“Yes, Daddy.” By now Jay was weeping openly, unable to contain his sobs.

“And what do you say to your Daddy for the gift he is about to give you?”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Nik drew back his hand. As he let it fly, he yelled, “Come,
malchik moy!
Come for your Daddy!”

Jay’s back arched, his entire body went rigid. His shout was wrenched from the depths of his throat as a cataclysmic orgasm exploded through him. Cum shot from his cock, the first arc splashing against his belly and dribbling down the side of the bench.

Reaching through Jay’s legs, Nik curled his fingers around his partner’s exploding cock, fisting it tightly and stroking it up and down as Jay s body continued to spasm. When the last tremor had passed through him, he gave a long, low groan and slumped bonelessly down onto the spanking bench, a puddle of satiated flesh.

Tiredly, Nik released Jay’s semi-hard cock and began unfastening the straps binding him to the bench, starting with his legs, then his arms. Offering Jay his hand, he helped him climb down off the apparatus, steadying him as he tried to stand on legs that were so rubbery they threatened to collapse beneath him. Nik’s arms went around him, providing support while Jay laid his head against the big Dom’s chest as he struggled to keep his feet.

One of their SEAL buddies, Lucas McKay, Passion Lake’s only doctor and one of tonight’s DM’s, stepped up onto the dais with a blanket, which he held up to Jay’s naked form

“
Spasibo
,” Nik said, grabbing the corners and tucking them around Jay.

Lucas grinned at him. “Congratulations, Iceman. ’Bout damn time you two realized what you
really
mean to each other.” He clapped Nik on the shoulder. “Sure took you long enough. You know, we’ve had a pool going. I think I just won it.”

Nik stared at him, frowning. But Lucas just walked away, chuckling and shaking his head. Nik watched him go, then he turned his head and pressed his lips against the side of Jay’s head, just above his ear. “You were so beautiful, tonight,
kharoshi malchik moi
,” he murmured in a voice filled with tenderness.

Kharoshi malchik moi.
Jay’s throat closed. A Russian endearment, meaning “my good boy.” Until tonight Nik had never called Jay anything but Jay. Or, when he was pissed, just plain boy. The unexpected endearment dissolved the tightness in his throat, sending tears spilling down his cheeks.

“I am so proud of you,” Nik continued. “We have many things to discuss when we get home tonight, don’t we? Unfortunately, I’m afraid your aftercare will have to wait until then, too. We are on duty and duty must come first. Can you walk,
kharoshi moi
?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Jay locked his knees and pulled himself up to his full height, shifting the plug that was still in his ass. He tilted his head back to look up at Nik through half-lidded eyes. But before he could ask about the plug, Nik swooped down and claimed his mouth in a devouring, open-mouthed kiss. Both men threw their arms around each other, each a full participant in the carnal display. A creamy warmth spilled through Jay as he opened his mouth to admit Nik’s exploring tongue, returning every thrust with a parry of his own.

The gathered crowd burst into applause, accompanied by whistles and cheers as the kiss went on and on. Finally Nik lifted his head and grinned down at Jay. “Do you need assistance getting dressed,
malchik
?”

Jay shook his head. “No, daddy. I’m fine.” He lifted his hand to cup Nik’s cheek. “And you’re right. We have much to discuss.” He walked over to the stool where he’d placed his clothes and dressed quickly, his movements still a bit uncoordinated and jerky. He stamped his feet down into his boots and turned around. At that moment, as the audience was breaking up, his gaze collided with that of a woman standing near the back.

She was staring at him, her eyes half-closed, her mouth half-opened, almost as if she were in a trance. And when their eyes met, hers widened with something akin to alarm. But she didn’t look away in embarrassment at being caught staring. Just the opposite, in fact. Bold as brass, she kept his gaze, breasts heaving with the accelerated pace of her breathing.